Chapter 44: Geralt Has Never Fought Such a Well-Funded Battle in His Life
"...Oh, you're a patient. We only take care of patients with mild symptoms here. Patients with severe symptoms, please go find the leader..."
Lynn glanced at the aberrant on the rotten wooden table.
"What are you doing here? Are you... treating the corpse?"
The female doctor shook her head quickly: "No, no! They are certainly not corpses, my goodness, how could you have such a terrible idea? I'm just helping them receive drug treatment to relieve their pain."
Lynn nodded, and then asked softly: "Are you Elma?"
Elma covered her mouth in surprise.
"How do you know my name?"
"Of course Casti told me."
Elma asked confused: "You know the leader? Wait, why haven't I ever heard the leader mention your name?"
Lynn said calmly.
"That's because I knew Casti later. Let's not talk about this, Elma, are there other people here besides you?"
Elma said in a low voice.
"The leader, Randy, and Andy are inside, responsible for helping seriously ill patients with surgery. You don't know, there are too many seriously ill patients, and the leader and the others are too busy. I want to help, but I'm not capable enough..."
Lynn comforted: "You have done a good job, Elma, don't be too harsh on yourself."
"Thank you, kind sir."
"You're welcome, it's my pleasure. We should go, Elma. We have something to find Casti, something very, very important."
Elma nodded sensibly.
She turned around and turned her back to Lynn again.
At this moment, the silver sword smeared with specter oil pierced Elma's heart.
"Rest in peace, Elma."
Looking at Elma's body falling to the ground, Lynn snapped his fingers.
Watching the female doctor's body burn in front of him.
"I was wondering when you would realize she wasn't the real Elma."
Geralt said beside him.
"In the books of Kaer Morhen, there is mention of this situation. She is a very special and rare 'specter'. Compared with the real specter, she is too kind and weak. But even so, she should not continue to live in this world."
Lynn sighed: "Letting her go is the best choice."
Next, after confirming that there was no danger around, Lynn and Geralt began to prepare for the final battle.
The two first confirmed how much effect was left of the potions they had taken before.
And then drank more potions as needed.
Next, they checked the alchemy bombs tied around their waists to make sure they were in a position where they could be touched and thrown at any time.
After doing all this, Lynn strode forward.
"Let's go, let's end this."
...
The cave at the deepest part of the mine had been transformed into a temporary field hospital.
A large number of aberrants lay on wooden planks used as stretchers, like wounded soldiers.
Of course, these wooden planks had long since rotted away due to the passage of time.
In the very center of the cave was a wooden table used as an operating table.
There was also an aberrant lying on the operating table.
Around it stood three figures wearing tattered blue doctor's robes.
"The purpose of surgery is to relieve pain, an extension of mercy. When I touch the correct nerve, let's see how the patient reacts."
Casti, the leader of the Healers Guild, had a withered face, as wrinkled as an apple without water, and only endless emptiness and darkness remained in his eyes.
"Listen to its comfortable murmur, listen to the melody of mercy itself."
"Pray, Andy, show us the limits of your good deeds."
Andy, who was called Andy, with bandages wrapped around his face and wrapped like a mummy, slowly picked up the scalpel and carefully cut a bloody wound on the aberrant's stomach.
"Stop, steady your hands, it should be gentle but not heavy, we can't hear the patient's soothing sigh."
"Maybe this unexpected listener is making you tremble."
Along with Casti's voice.
All three figures turned to look at the entrance of the cave.
Lynn and Geralt, holding silver swords, were walking in from the entrance of the cave.
Casti invited: "Come on, take a step forward, welcome to join us. I can tell that you two are here for treatment."
Although they had never met before, Lynn recognized the identities of the three from their distinctly different clothes: "Casti?"
"That's me, you know me? But I don't have any impression of you, but it doesn't matter."
Casti tilted his head in confusion, but then tried to squeeze out a "gentle" smile.
"I can tell you're in pain. We don't want to see you suffer like this. Come on, you and your companion, lie down on the operating table and let us heal you."
Lynn shook his head.
"Casti, we are here to fulfill your unfulfilled wish."
"You... and you are all dead. Now, you should rest in peace."
This sentence was like a signal.
Geralt, who was standing beside Lynn, flicked his left hand.
The honeycomb bomb drew a beautiful arc and flew accurately towards Casti and the other three.
And exploded in the air, turning into countless fragments, like a storm, turning Casti and the other three, including the aberrant on the stone platform, into sieves.
Andy and Randy fell down without even making a sound.
But Casti, who was full of fragments, could still stand.
And let out a banshee-like howl.
The terrifying sound waves carried a visible wave, forming a gully on the ground all the way, approaching the two of them.
Lynn and Geralt jumped to both sides respectively.
Dodging the sonic attack.
And this sound wave was like a horn to gather companions. The aberrants lying on the rotten wooden planks all sat up in shock, rushing towards the two like a tide.
Lynn advanced instead of retreating.
Like an icefield wolf, Lynn rushed towards the aberrants, dodging the attack of the foremost aberrant, and at the same time, the silver sword drew a silver light in the darkness.
The blade cut open the patient's stomach, and the dark red blood, which was already as sticky as slime, fell in a mess.
Lynn took out a hunting knife with his left hand and threw it forward.
A scream sounded.
The hunting knife easily hit another aberrant's forehead and sank deep into the handle.
But more aberrants emerged from all directions.
Screaming and surrounding the Witcher from all directions.
Lynn formed the Yrden sign and slapped it on the ground.
The purple light rose from the ground. All the aberrants who entered the Yrden trap became slow.
As if entering a swamp.
Taking this opportunity, Lynn made a forward lunge.
His wrist turned, and the cold-glowing blade slashed out horizontally, cutting open the chest and abdomen of the three aberrants who stepped into the Yrden trap at the same time.
Then he jumped back, and the silver sword picked up, splitting open the chin of the aberrant approaching from the other direction.
But more and more aberrants surrounded him from all directions.
Killing one, two more emerged.
Like a tide, it seemed that they could never be killed.
...
Lynn and Geralt fought and retreated.
Gradually retreated back to the mine they came in.
Although the two seemed to be forced to retreat step by step by the aberrants, in front of the two master swordsman Witchers, the aberrants had to drop several bodies every time they took a step forward.
Cold light shone, sword shadows danced, and flesh and blood flew.
And when the two retreated back to the mine, the narrow mine also greatly limited the numerical advantage of the aberrants.
This allowed Lynn and Geralt to only face no more than four aberrants at a time, greatly reducing the pressure.
Geralt slashed open the stomachs of two aberrants with one sword, and took advantage of this gap to place an Yrden sign on the ground.
Then Lynn followed up with an Aard sign, knocking back all the aberrants that rushed up.
Geralt shouted: "Now!"
Lynn heard the words.
He took out a Dragon's Dream bomb from his waist and threw it out without hesitation.
The Dragon's Dream fell into the rushing aberrants and did not react.
At this time, Lynn snapped his fingers.
The Igni sign ignited the fuse of the Dragon's Dream.
The next second, the violently exploding flames engulfed the rushing aberrants.
This killed at least a dozen aberrants.
Unlike the honeycomb bomb, which is similar to a fragmentation grenade, the Dragon's Dream bomb releases flammable gas, which will burn violently when exposed to fire.
Alchemy bombs are very effective against both humans and monsters.
But Witchers rarely use alchemy bombs.
Because they are too expensive.
Using alchemy bombs in battle is not spending money, but burning money.
Many times, the rewards that Witchers get may not even be enough to repair silver swords and armor.
Let alone using alchemy bombs.
But it's different now.
Because all the alchemy bombs, including the materials for sword oil and potions, are provided free of charge by Elder Brouver.
Bombs can be used casually without feeling bad.
Therefore, even Geralt, who has been drifting for half his life, has never fought such a well-funded battle.
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